What gods hold me accountable?

[nEwOL握敵]

It had been some time sense I'd walked among the ranks of my own kind. A long time indeed. Nearly a year had passed sense I'd left the land of my pack for the wild. I didn't want anything to do with the two strangers that appeared from out of the woods, and voted for Carska to lead us. But That had been to no avail. It had forced me to stop and take inventory on my life.

I'd spent nearly four days doing nothing but weighing my options and what I knew. I was spayed and of no real value to the future of the pack as I lacked the ability to aid in the creation of a next generation, and a creature that I knew nearly nothing about, and who bore a most unappealing name, was taking place at the front of it. Those two elements had been what convinced me that I had nothing to lose from leaving my situation behind and continuing my work alone in the wild. But that changed when I ran across Haynato. He'd said things about my kind that had confused me. He'd talked about this Dio figure that the cats worshiped. He'd talked on and on about gods and accounting for one's actions. These things weighed heavily on my mind. Everything he'd spoke of went beyond my own scope of understanding, and frankly, in places, frightened me.

But that was pushed out of my mind as I crossed into the prairie. I wanted to be back with my own kind. Once I'd learned that Carska had gone to form an pack with those loyal to her, I'd evaluated myself again, and decided that I should return, if for nothing else, than the fact that the presence of my own kind eased my mind. So advanced out of the trees, in hope to find what it was I was looking for.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

Each step carried me no closer, nor any farther, from this poor lost child. The sheep had been shattered from the great shepherd and now they had been ambling back. I had a look of interest spread upon my purple aured face, golden gaze locked solidly as I kept the same ten foot distance with this fae, my scent blowing away with the faint breeze that gave the merciful chill of morning.

Under foot the dust gave no noise from me nor the girl. Stitch was being drawn back to the shattered remains of those like her. I knew her, I realized, but she would not know me. My presence had not been told to anyone but those directly related to Carska, for the girl held a bitter loyalty to me. I was an awkward friend to her, even when I could not say the same about her.

Ah, how hormones affect all the bodies functions, thus the lack thereof destroys all sense of normality.

"You may wish to wait before you continue that mission, sweety." My sickly sweet tone chimed in as I dubbed the time appropriate to let Stitch be aware. "The world speaks of quiet from here, but over those hills, a war plays out between brothers." I smiled a cold grin. I wasn't a cruel animal, but I could not find the care to show interest in the dogs I had let call me aunty, or the woman I allowed to dub me friend. It had been a game to me and if I had to find new experiements, well, then I would.

Nothing personal, simply the only way I could walk this life.

OOC//: Check out Denerbe's bio here because she is a little different from other Folami. Okay...a lot different.
OOC2://Sorry for curt lameness of the post. I love Denerbe, but I haven't written as her in a while so I need to refill my Denerbe juices xD[/size]

[nEwOL握敵]

A voice sounded, pulling me away from my thoughts about life after this one and greater beings beside the ones that had created my kind, the humans, and my thoughts to rejoin my kind by a voice. It was a sickly voice that brought unpleasant things to mind. And it took me a moment to locate its source, seeing as the other fea had strategically placed herself in relevance to my position. But once my dull grey eyes found her, somewhat unsettling and unnatural once, not that there was too much natural about our kind as a whole, I was immediately forced down another train of thought.

And the words she spoke, they echoed of war and doom. Here I was, confronted by some unnatural creature on the edge of my kinds land, just a breath away from what could be them in need of my help, my strength. The first thing to come to mind was that I'd fight a whole war if I had to, then once my eyes graced this creature, that I might have to fight, which I wasn't afraid of. So when I locked her gaze, it wasn't fear nor intimidation, it was determination, that my eyes held.

"What war, with whom? Have the cats finally rebelled against our kind? That wouldn't be much of a problem. Or is it the other pack? Have my own kind grown so dumb in my time away that they now rip at each other's own flesh when we have a greater, and common purpose to work for!?" My words weren't the most friendly, no. I wasn't as friendly to strangers as I'd once been. I'd changed in the wild, and learned that not all could be trusted, some had to be hated, some had to be killed. And this creature, telling me to hold off on returning to my own kind when I so dearly wanted it, wasn't viewed as a very friendly approach. My face was set with something of a displeased frown, but my eyes where dull and void.

The light I used to be known for had long sense retreated deep into me...

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

This dog had heart and some deep little twitch of envy poked within me. What was it like to be devoted? My makeup forbid emotion and, supposedly, even the envy should not have sat on the faded sidelines. But those packdogs, the children that called me aunty, were still alive. There had been countless times I had fained boredom so they would leave so I could hunt. It wasn't fear. It wasn't love.

But it was something.

My smirk remained as I read the determination. "Ah, Stitch, Carska has a fine asset in this war, I see." I toyed with her question momentarily, unsure the truest answer. "To say who this battle is against is a much more difficult answer than an onlooker might come to realize." My face shifted to a serious expression. "Bidziil would seem to be the enemy, but the man is a captive of his own instinct...and his own kind." I glanced into the distance, over the hills. To let these dogs die would be not unexpected of me, but I did have some motivation to interveen.

Had I not saved Abeni from Bidziil to get him to the laboring Carska, just so my experiments could continue? Same situation.

"If we run, we may be able to give the upper hand to Carska." My tone shifted back to one of sickly sweetness once more. I could use some excitement.

And I was hungry.

[nEwOL握敵]

Something seemed to stir inside the canine for a second, not alot, but none the less I thought I saw something. This she addressed me, and used me name. That alone put me on edge just a tad, revealed by a small twitch of left eyebrow, and my frown becoming even more displeased. This wolf, she was unnatural, and a complete stranger to me, but she knew my name, spoke to me like she knew me. And that smirk that she bore on her face. I wanted to question her on things like how she knew me, or even what she was, but I didn't have the time if what she spoke was true.

I'd have to find a chance to seek my answers later, seeing as matters of the moment where urgent. however, I was still somewhat confused. I did not doubt that I'd missed things in the time I'd been away, and knew it would take time to come to understand, but that sentence alone poked at my couriousty greatly. Bidziil, captive to his own instincts. Captive to his own kind? Wasn't he the alpha of his own pack. I shuck of the questions and confusion and returned to the matter at hand.

I lowered my body and tensed my legs, preparing myself to run to the aid of my own kind, for if that needed help in a war, my return couldn’t have been any better as far as the timing was concerned. ”If what you say is true and a war is happening, the take me to Carska, and waste not the time that passes. Questions I’ll save for later.”[b/]

ooc;// again, not my best post in the world.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

Taking the lead, I carried myself proudly. It was a habit, not a true dignation of thoughts. I was fearless because I had no adreneline, thus bringing my chest our firmly and posture tense, giving the impression of pride. But I couldn't feel pride. Or hate. Or love. Or any of those damn hindrances.

"I can lead you to her, my dear, and you may question as we run. But what you should question, I do not know. I am not a pack dog. I couldn't possibly answer anything you have to ask." I had a gleeful sarcasm to my tone. Folami were just arrogant little buggers. Outside of Carska, Bidziil, and their children, none knew of me or believe what I do could be done. I watch them. I know their every move. Them and the felines. My presence is always all around.

And none were ever any the wiser.

Letting a small wisp of air pass my teeth as I ran, I found myself giving into the desire to share. "Ah, I speak such lies. I know the workings of both packs better than those that call it home." I wasn't saying such to brag--again, I had no damn pride--I just simply had no need to lie. I was a ruthless spy with no one or thing to answer to.

You want answers, I have them.

[nEwOL握敵]

she wasted little time to being leading me to where it was that I wished to be taken, something I was thankful for, what with time being so crusal at the moment. My hopes where lefted somewhat when she told me I was free to question her as I saw fit while we ran, only to come down again when she claimed ignorance to the workings of the to packs. So I simply remained silent for the first few yards, then she owned up to her lie in an arogent voice which only decresed my unspocken opinion of her all the more.

I highly doubted she could know all that went on. She couldn't know about Haynato, or my reasons for leaving, or of my being spayed, or of Carska's and mine's conversation on pushing one's self. No, I refused to give any creature credit for the power of observation she claimed to have. things like that where just far to personal.But again, all this remained unspoken. And as we ran I picked my questions, wieghed there importance to me, and settled on three for the time being.

"Very well. I have only three for the moment. What happend to Lucifer, how far must we travel, And hwo do you know my name!?" my voice striking a bit of an edge on the last part. I didn't know this fea from a hole in the ground and she knew my name. Unnatural



Ooc;// some one give me a metal, i typed that whole thing with a kindle 3

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

ooc: my posts that have no coding are all done on my samsung replenish, so this thread is now an epic reminder of how awesome technology is ;-)

I didn't falter my steps as the fae asked her questions. I listened eagerly, for some forbidden part of me loved to share my observations. I wasn't social. I wasn't kind. I just was...and that was enough of a personality to make me speak.

I decided to answer in order, as they were placed easiest to most difficult. "Our dear Nimrod has placed Lucifer in the lead for this rebellion. As of right now, the pack is back under his reign.
" I paused for only a moment to let that sink in, but then jumped into further answers. "Not far, my dear. A couple miles and then we can follow the river of blood." I smirked silently before answering the following. "Ah, I know all the dogs of the packs and the cats of the prides. You were closer to Carska and Bodziil was noever a fan of you. You used to be a child at heart, and now you have grown. Ah, I know so much of what you used to be, but so little of what you are now." My smile faded quickly, replaced by one of causual acceptance. "But there will be time for me to learn."

I avoided the direct answer and gave her only more to ponder.

Just call me Bee.

[nEwOL握敵]

Two out of the three wasn't bad as long as you got the one that you wanted, which I didn't. Her cryptic speach would soon prove taxing to me, as there where far more important matters at hand. Our kind where killing each other when we had a common enemy and she wouldn't tell me where the hell she'd gotten my name!? But then she spoke of me from before my leave. She spoke of the way I used to be. The fun and light I missed so much. It was like a blow to the stomach. How could she know such things...

It was a hollow blow of retaleation for her out of place behaviour, her lie, and her cryptic answer that to solve nothing, but none the less. I addressed her with a seirous voice. "If you must call me a title, I think that I would have you use my nmae, Rickalarue. Stitch is what those I consider friends call me and I don't know you." Then again I was silent for several yards.

Not wanting to go into combate with an overly crowded mind, I addressed her one last time. "Now what would you have me call you? This time my tone was somewhat nicer.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

So the woman was not going to loose her cool at my inept avoidance of the answer to her question. And she gave me a true name, one I had not heard. Carska had always dubbed her Stitch. So had everyone else. Curse my inability to read deeper into the workings of dogs.

Curse my motalness.

I scowled inwardly, but kept that careless smile firmly on my lips. "Ah, but we are friends, Stitch." I was everyone's friend, against all of their's will. The last few words those I killed to eat were always along the lines of such. I would call them friend, because everyone was my 'little friend'. No matter what a soul said, I would consider the term. Not because I was emotionally attached to everyone, oh no. I just dubbed the word empty and thus it was more of a mocking statement when I used it as freely as any other label.

There are no friends and loved ones, just others pushing to survived.

"Just call me Bee, dear Stitch." Still no falter or emotion outside an eery glee.

I could smell the blood, now.

OOC//: You can bring them upon the battle but, if you do so, my next post will be Denerbe's in the war thread that is already started.

[nEwOL握敵]

I suppressed the urge to jump on her and sink my teeth into her at her comment. This creature was no friend of mine, she was a vexing thing if anything. Instead I simply let out a stern bark. "Your Not My Friend." I continued along behind her simply because the people I cared about where in jeopardy and needed me, and she was my guild to them. That's what I focused on to keep my temper in check with these annoying and cryptic canine, what ever the hell she was. No. I forced myself to focus on getting to the pack and save the others. Even if I had to fight an entire war on my own, so be it. I wouldn't just let my kind wipe itself out. I wouldn't. I just wouldn't.

So when she spoke her name I barely caught it. I don't know if she noticed the change in me, but it was there. I went from cautious and withdrawn to bold and aggressive. My face remained emotionless, but I dug deeper with each kick of my legs. I picked up my paced until I was beside her and my breathing quickened but became more focused, in through the nose and out through the mouth, using my diaphragm instead of my lungs. With each yard that paced, my face changed though. It had been emotionless at first, but then I formed a frown, and it grew angrier and angrier. My eyes burned with determination.

War, let it be so!

Ooc;// this didn't take forever or anything

link my to where your post will be please

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

I will be posting here, once Ilyich's finished her post.